Post by Kamish on Feb 3, 2008 6:27:18 GMT -5
The scarf tied around Kami's neck, however, caught her attention and held it. She wondered what significant value it could have, what made it special... she wanted to feel what it was made of.
Kami was close enough, Mishka mused as she shifted on the chair, eyes still on the worn scarf, which hung just so from Kami’s pale neck. The contrast between the brilliant crimson, somehow sustained though there were some well worn patches, and Kami’s skin was delicious.
Like blood on snow.
Silk, she realised, her fingers slipping through the loose loops, nails brushing against Kami’s neck. Kami was still, not moving, but her quickened breathing and heart-rate, audible to her sensitive ears, spoke of her inner turmoil.
Was it her closeness that made Kami act as such? So uncertain, stiff?
Why?
Was Kami so good at hiding her anger? Had her lack of attention hurt Kami so badly?
“Mishka…” Kami’s voice was small, uncertain.
Did she have such a dramatic effect on the usually calm and collected theri?
Curiosity made her do it, made her tangle her fingers in the perfect material, graze her fingers over the thrumming pulse in Kami’s neck, revelling in the feel of her heart so close.
Kami was intoxicating, why hadn’t she noticed?
Ah, of course, she hadn’t noticed anything about Kami for weeks.
Her scent was changing rapidly, from pained to fearful, fearful and filled with something Mishka couldn’t identify.
“Do… do you fear me?” Mishka questioned, looking up from the scarf in her fingers.
She cocked her head slightly, examining Kami like a specimen.
Kami was close enough, Mishka mused as she shifted on the chair, eyes still on the worn scarf, which hung just so from Kami’s pale neck. The contrast between the brilliant crimson, somehow sustained though there were some well worn patches, and Kami’s skin was delicious.
Like blood on snow.
Silk, she realised, her fingers slipping through the loose loops, nails brushing against Kami’s neck. Kami was still, not moving, but her quickened breathing and heart-rate, audible to her sensitive ears, spoke of her inner turmoil.
Was it her closeness that made Kami act as such? So uncertain, stiff?
Why?
Was Kami so good at hiding her anger? Had her lack of attention hurt Kami so badly?
“Mishka…” Kami’s voice was small, uncertain.
Did she have such a dramatic effect on the usually calm and collected theri?
Curiosity made her do it, made her tangle her fingers in the perfect material, graze her fingers over the thrumming pulse in Kami’s neck, revelling in the feel of her heart so close.
Kami was intoxicating, why hadn’t she noticed?
Ah, of course, she hadn’t noticed anything about Kami for weeks.
Her scent was changing rapidly, from pained to fearful, fearful and filled with something Mishka couldn’t identify.
“Do… do you fear me?” Mishka questioned, looking up from the scarf in her fingers.
She cocked her head slightly, examining Kami like a specimen.